Independence Day... My way

I hate fire works. I am not gushing with patriotism... maybe I will after W leaves. But this three-day weekend has been AWESOME. And I fully expect most people to not understand but here is the routine (I dream of this being the norm):

Up early... Ride 40-50 hard miles with some teammates (Hard 9 out around Belton)
Hot tub... collect emotions
Hang out with Sam (if she happens to be home)
Bang out some freelance or domestic stuff
Nap (usually with a beagle at my side)
25-mile recovery ride to keep from getting to sore or stiff. (Ward parkway.Brookside laps)
Hot tub
Eat... well
More Sam time
Sleep.... Rinse and repeat.


Wind, heat, and John feeling spunky equals me wicked retarded tired and sore. A few more weekends of this and I will be dangerous... or dead.

Good Job to Niki Smith on Saturday... she is getting strong and fast. Rob is a pussy who dodged the call to ride all weekend.

Vive le Tour.

Another week of the same

First of all, kudos to Rob Willette. Rob is a lawyer at work and he is a newbie to cycling... I am afraid of this man and his will power. I have the edge on him with experience and conditioning, but for how long? He rides until he is burger. I love the infectious enthusiasm he has for cycling. Plus he suffers like a poet warrior.

Plenty of great rides since my last post.The biker-tan lines are getting more distinct and the tires more worn. The weather here in KC has really turned in our favor so we are taking advantage of it.


Slainte.